Life as a nomadic family

The local tourist.

Taking a wrong turn, flickers of recognition along the way. Is it possible these paths were once familiar to me?

Memories surface from what seem to be a lifetime ago.

The little dark haired child.

The teenager, too timid to venture far from home.

The young adult starting out on her journey, ready to find her place in the world.

Today I am back in my old neighbourhood. I might have taken it for granted if I had not had some distance, but travel has given me a new perspective. With fresh eyes I can see the charm and loveliness around me.